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Unlike
some moments
that should be precious

they're never dull

stainless
steel
sheers

necessary
possibly
unpleasant

impl­ements
needed

to prune
and trim
to grow

Whit Howland © 2020
Another meditation about an object. Almost a character study.
Every time I tried
to draw a straight edge

there was always a bump
in the road

I stopped so long ago
trying to be exact

it only takes one burn
that scars the hand
to never again

want to cook
or go near a stove


Whit Howland © 2020
A meditation about an object.
A candy wrapper
or
a cocktail napkin

it's always a wonder
what becomes

your bottle
your net

greatness always seems
to soar in on

rumpled and humble wings


Whit Howland © 2020
Another word painting.
A silver thing
with a washer
spring

and a button
to click

I  feel hardly knew thee

a life where  even pens had
moving and mechanical
parts

but much like
everything else
I thought I could rely on

it too has been erased

by an executioner
also
obsolete

Whit Howland © 2020
A word painting.
One side of my face
is masked

in shadows

the other's
draped in gray

out there somewhere
a tablet
has been written on

soon to be found

Whit Howland © 2020
A word painting/portrait. Straight forward message.
Avocado
green

paint for walls

potato brown
for table
chairs
and sofa

through
the plate glass
window

an olive sedan

backed by
shapeless hills

simple math

obvious answer

you are here

but it's the same
as there

Whit Howland © 2020
Word painting. Inspired by an Edward Hopper painting of the same name.
With a drab
gray
wooden handle

it leans
next to a scuffed
blue dust pan

not to sweep things
under a rug

both have another
albeit
plain function

sweep up dust

both saw and plaster

Whit Howland © 2020
A word painting. Straight forward message.
Serenity

captured
so beautifully

in almond blossoms
and blue-green

something
I almost stopped
searching for

but then it came
on a tickling
breeze

just enough
to ruffle
some petals

you're a good man
Charlie Brown

Lee

or whomever
you choose and decide
to be

Whit Howland © 2020
Van Gogh on the mind. A poem about healing.
I guess it makes me think

of you

if only I knew
what I know today

things would be less
monochromatic

because

what I could not save
might have been

salvageable
in magnificent dreams

of swirls color
and texture

Whit Howland © 2020
A word painting about regret.
Time to begin
again

so let me once
more

write about the
wind

how it gusts and
how

it blows the leaves
around

forming them
into

a little funnel
cloud

yes

it's a quiet little
image

but quiet is the way to
be

and humble
too

when one wants to
start

fresh and anew
About as formal as I get. Just a quiet little verse and image. A poem about humble starts.
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